She squealed and giggled as she disappeared beneath the water. “I’m wet,” she announced, coming up for air.
“Just the way I like you, baby.” Jim laughed as he pulled her robe off and threw it out of the bath.
“You are a very rude man, James.” She moved so that she was resting along the length of Jim’s body, front to front.
“James? Really, Natasha? You do know that your ass is naked and well within hands reach?”
“Possibly,” she replied coyly as she worried her bottom lip.
“How is your ass?”
“A little pink, but fine.”
“And the rest of you?”
“Warm and a little sore,” she admitted with a flush to her face and neck.
“Again, just the way I like you,” he repeated. “What do you want to do today?”
She grinned at him and sat up so that she was straddling his hips.
“God, Tasha. You are going to kill me.” He offered her a short laugh.
“What a way to go though.” She laughed too as she rotated her hips and moaned quietly as she felt his growing erection beneath her.
“Do you actually want to be able to walk this weekend?” He wore a smile but did actually wonder how much more Tasha could physically take, how much more either of them could take before they’d be incapacitated.
“Walking is overrated,” she said dryly. Jim laughed at her loudly as she added, “I thought you liked me sore.”
“I do, but not so sore that I can’t touch you for the rest of the weekend,” he said before she bent down and kissed him.
“That would never happen.” She truly believed that. She couldn’t imagine ever being so sore that she wouldn’t react to his touch not that her body wouldn’t immediately go into its defaultJames modeof wanting him, needing him in the most primal way possible.
“Oh well, in that case, help yourself.” He threw his arms out to the sides to signal his surrender.
With a single smile she raised herself up. When she lowered herself onto him she winced and realised she may have underestimated how sore she actually was, but the lapping of the water soothed her. She had never had sex in such large baths before Jim, well any baths, not full sex, but she liked the sensation of the water around her, touching her everywhere, inside and out, and the warmth and wetness was very erotic. As she rode him her speed increased quickly.
“Tasha, slow down.” He placed his hands on her hips and slowed her speed.
She could feel the familiar sensation rushing through her veins and instinctively picked up speed again. She felt somehow possessed by sensation and by him.
“Natasha, slowly,” he ordered. “Don’t make me stop you,” he warned.
She frowned at him, making him laugh.
“Don’t frown at me.”
“Or what?” she asked bravely as she continued to move at the pace he had now set.
“Or…” He slapped her right cheek sharply causing her to flinch at the pain.
Maybe it was the water that heightened the sensation, but it stung and caused her to cry out. She realised she was close to release and although he’d slowed her pace he was now thrusting against her move for move. He had one hand gripping her hip, adjusting her pace if he deemed it necessary and his other hand made its way up to her breasts where he gently rolled and kneaded each nipple in turn. She began to moan as he rolled and squeezed more firmly until Jim released her hips so that she could increase her pace unabated and within seconds was enjoying a hugely intensified orgasm. She threw herself down onto his chest as he gripped her hips again and held her to him as he stilled and breathed heavily through gritted teeth.
“We have to go out this afternoon or neither of us will be capable of walking after the weekend. But, if there was any doubt, I love the fact that birth control allows us to do this anywhere.”
“Me too. What do you want to do?”
“You need to get a dress for next week. We could have lunch, visit a museum, anything is fine by me as long as we’re together.”
